Date: Tue, 20 Aug 2002 01:18:36 -0400
From: X X <thewriter_x@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Brotherhood #3 {X} { MM College } [3!?]

The following story contains sexually explicit acts between
men.  If such things bothers you, annoys you, disturbs you,
frightens you, then why the hell are you here?  Do yourself
a favor and leave before you read something you like and
discover that you're actually gay; you might not be able to
deal with the revelation.  And if you are not 18 you better
leave now before mommy or daddy walk in and catch you doing
something they won't approve of, and I'm not talking about
reading this story.  But for those of you, who want to read
a pretty interesting story, grab a drink, pull up a chair,
and prepare yourself to be pulled into my world.

So here we are again after several long years of waiting,
lmao.  SORRY!  I wish it didn't take this long but it
honestly couldn't be help.  A lot of time gets taken up by
something else I'm working on so I don't get a chance to
work on TBH as much as I would like.  But like I promised
you guys before, I will see this story all the way to the
end, you just have to be patient with me and give me the
time I need.  I hope you enjoy chapter 3!  Oh yeah, you
might want to reread 1 and 2 just to refresh your memories.
God knows I could barely remember these characters when I
finally started work on chapter 3, and I'm the author!  Drop
me a line: thewriter_x@hotmail.com


                       The Brotherhood
                         Chapter III
                            By X


     All the showerheads were turned on and powerful jets of
freezing ice cold water covered our bodies.  I guess the
shock of it all was too much for me to handle because I
stumbled forward and knocked use both to the floor.  As if
our situation wasn't embarrassing enough, I landed on Arsen
in such a way that my cock pressed hard against his, but he
was quick to push me off to the side so there wasn't that
much contact. Thank God!

     I tired rolling away from the icy water and bumped into
Jason.  It appeared everyone was on the laid out on the cold
tile, squirming like fish out of water.  When I say that
water was cold, it was fucking cold!  I guess the only good
thing that came out of it was my dick finally going as limp
as a noodle.  Ah, the wonders of freezing water.

     Before long though, the brothers were yelling for use
to get back on our feet and under the showerheads.  Arsen
had to help me rinse off, but to be quite honest he let the
water do most of the rinsing while he did his best to touch
me as least as possible.  I trembled under Arsen's touch and
he snickered despite myself, for he found my chattering
teeth quite humorous.

     Free of all the soap and suds, we were told to change
place once the water was turned off and I now found myself
with a bar of soap in my hand scrubbing another dudes body.
It's one of those times when the thought "What the fuck did
I get myself into" runs screaming thru your mind.  But then
one realizes that the pros of being in the Brotherhood far
out weights the cons and such thoughts quickly fade away.

     Lathering up his chiseled body wasn't all that bad
because I simply didn't think about it.  I just pretended my
hands were actually roaming my body, but I have to admit it
still felt a bit weird.  Like before, all the guys were
doing their best to avoid the crotch and ass area.

     Can you really blame us?  What guy really wants to
scrub another guy's sack?  No thanks, but I'll pass on that
one.

     But the fact of the matter was we all knew it had to be
done, so when Arsen was all lathered up I dropped to my
knees in front of his cock.  My God, I could not believe a
piece of man meat was staring me back in the face.  Not for
nothing, but he was soft and still looked big and thick.  I
remember feeling sorry for whatever girls had to take that
thing in their hole.

     In any event, I gripped the bar of soap like Arsen did
and carefully lathered up his crotch area so as not to touch
his dick in any way shape or form.  What a humiliating
experience!  And the fact that Arsen never even got hard
while I clean him up made me feel even worse because when he
was doing me I was boning like there was no tomorrow.

     I looked a little to either side and saw that some of
my other pledge brothers were hard or semi hard.  I had to
give it up to Arsen for having so much self-control.  I wish
I had control like that.

     As I was kneeing before him, I couldn't help but notice
the differences between us.  For instance, his pubes were
trimmed shorter than mine and his balls looked heavier.  My
cock is a good four inches when soft, as I mentioned before,
but I can tell in Arsen was slightly bigger.

     Satisfied that I had done the best I could in the
front, I moved around Arsen to start on his ass.  Again, the
thought "What did I get myself into" crossed my mind as I
worked the bar of soap between his cheeks, careful not to
actually touch him with my hands.  He jumped when the bar
brush against his hole.  I decided to get even with him and
pressed it hard against his hole just like he did to me.  I
think I pressed too hard because he kicked my thigh when no
one was looking; I almost busted out laughing.

     The guy was much like me, hairless expect for all the
places that's supposed to have hair.  And because I've been
told on more than one occasion that I had a nice bubble butt
and so I knew that's exactly what I was staring at when I
lathered up his rear.
     I was just praying for those showerheads to burst with
freezing water so it would all be over.  It didn't take long
for my prayers to be answered, for I heard the heads blast
long before I felt the icy water on my flesh.  This time
everyone was prepared for it so no one fell to the ground
like before.  I did see Arsen clinch his fist tightly as the
soapy water ran down his back and legs.

     "And don't forget to shampoo your dirty hair!" one of
the brother's shouted.

     Placing the soap back on the tray, I grabbed the
shampoo bottle and poured some on my and Arsen's hand.  The
water was not turned off this time, so we stepped aside to
do each other's hair at the same time and then stepped back
under the freezing water.  It was until every trace of the
white foam was gone from our bodies that the water finally
shut off.

     Shriving and wet, all the pledges stood shoulder to
shoulder before the Brothers; the sound of chattering teeth
echoed the shower room.  They made us stand there for at
least five minutes before one of the Brothers ordered Mike
and Xavier to the back room to get some towels for us.  We
were given thirty seconds to dry off and throw the wet
towels in the bin that had our jocks.

     With most of the cold water gone from my naked body, I
felt a bit better, warmer, and waited for whatever was
coming next.

     Eric, with his quiet stride, walked slowly up and down
the row of pledges, his eyes staring into each pledge as if
searching for some hidden secret.  "There is matter that
needs to be taken care of before we allow back upstairs to
change."

     "Yes," Q's voice came from the side.

     Turning my head ever so slightly to the right, I caught
his profile in the corner of my eye.  Before I knew it there
was hand on gripping my jaw, forcing me to look straight
ahead.

     "Did anyone give you permission to move, pledge?"

     It was Steel looking at me with violent, bulldog eyes,
yelling at the top of his lungs.  My heart literally got
caught in my throat, that's how bad he scared me.  I didn't
see or hear him coming.  He was just there, appearing
seemingly from nowhere.

     I swallowed hard.  "No Sir!"

     "Then why the fuck are you moving?" he demanded,
releasing my face and stepping closer to me until he was
just hairs away.

     "I don't know, Sir!  I'm sorry, Sir!"  I swear I felt
like I was on Parris Island.  You know, the place where they
train marines.  Never been there myself, but I've seen it on
the Discovery channel.  Call me crazy, but I think those
guys have it easier.

     "Move again." he said, as if daring me to defy him.  I
was smart enough to know that wasn't an order but a warning.

     I was finally able to breath when he backed away and
took his place with the other Brothers.  Asshole, I thought,
and Steel actually turned to look at me with narrow eyes as
if he heard me.  What the fuck was that all about?

     "Like I was saying," Eric continued, jerking his head
to the side to clear this long hair from this face.  "There
is a certain matter that needs to be resolved.  Paul and
Steve."  Snapping his fingers, he pointed to the stop in
front of him, which happened to be directly in front of me.

     Q's voice filled the room again but this time I did not
dare to look for him.  "Earlier in the day you were given
the choice to either run naked like the rest of your pledge
brothers or keep your jock on."  Q came into view and walked
around the naked pair; his raven hair covering half his face
like a veil of darkness.  "You choose to keep your jocks,
did you not?"

     "Yes," they both answered, and I could almost see the
word "sir" slip from Paul's mouth, but he caught himself
just in time.

     Standing before my two pledge brothers, Q ran his hand
thru his hair, revealing his pale face and shimmering orbs
of pure silver.  "Well that was your mistake.  If you truly
want to be part of the Brotherhood you have to learn to
stand by your brothers no matter what.    This morning you
had the chance to show your commitment to your pledge
brothers by sharing in their disgrace, instead you decided
to take the high road while your pledge brothers crashed and
burned.  That kind of attitude has no place in the
Brotherhood."

     A long, uncomfortable silence filled the room.  One
could actually hear the drops of water hitting the floor.

     "Do you have anything to say for yourselves?" Q
questioned, his lips scarcely moving, his eyes set on the
two pledges.

     Paul was the first to speak.  "With all due respect, Q,
I wasn't given the chance to speak, because Steve here
decided to speak for the both of us."

     Stepping up behind Paul and Steve, Eric folded his arms
over his chest.  "So what you're saying is that it was
Steve's fuck up and you shouldn't be held responsible for
his stupidity?"

     Paul nodded.  "Exactly!"

     "Wrong!" all the brothers in the room shouted in one
unified voice and every single pledge was startled and
jumped.  My heart was banging in my chest after that and I
knew every other pledge was experiencing the same thing.

     "You don't get it, do you?" Steel asked.

     Frustrated, Q sighed.  "Lets hope they all get before
pledge initiation is over.  At any rate, you will shave each
other's heads.  That's your punishment your actions.  And
Paul, you just went the extra mile so you get a bonus. Once
you shave Steve's head he will free you off all body hair.

     The horror of Q's words took a few seconds to sink into
Paul's head, one could tell, but when it did his eyes flew
open like he just received the shock of his life.  I saw the
look on his face and knew he was about to open his mouth to
protest and I could think was "Man, keep your trap shut!"

     Thank God Eric was quick to say something before he
did.  "One word out of you and losing all your hair will be
the least of your worries, I promise you."

     The entire gathering of naked pledges were led to
another room next to the showers with a single chair made of
cold steel and a long table that looked equally as hard and
cold.  The chair was so cold that when Steve was instructed
to sit he jumped up slightly, his ass hovering the over the
cold steel, before he was forced down by one the brothers.
Paul was handed some clippers and he went to down on Steven
head, leaving only peach fuzz after a few minutes.  Poor
Steve looked down at his ink black hair lying around the
base of his chair and feet.

     An impish grin played on Paul's lips, one he tired
desperately to conceal, as he removed the last strands of
his pledgemate's hair.  I, for one, could no understand what
he was grinning about since he was going to share the same
fate.  Worse in fact because he was about to lose all his
body at the hands of the person he liked the least.  He was
give a can of shaving cream and told to apply it to his
Steve's head.  Then he was given a razor, straight edge, and
told to shave his pledgemate's head until it resembled a
bowling ball.
     There I was thinking how stupid, not to mention
dangerous, it was to give Paul a razor where Steve was
concerned.  The poor kid would've been lucky if Paul didn't
slit his throat from ear to ear right then and there.
     I looked around with my eyes, noticing the room was
packed from wall to wall with pledges and Brothers.  Q,
Eric, Steel, and now Seth and Geo, the Inner Circle of the
TBH house, stood around Paul and Steve in a semi circle,
their hard gaze set on them like hawks zeroing in on their
prey.  But like always, for some reason or another, it was Q
I most drawn to.  There was just something about him I could
not explain.  He had that way about him, that personality,
that influence with others one only dreams of.  Q was the
type of guy that could walk into a room, his brooding,
shinny orbs slightly closed, and silence a room.  The aura
of mysterious surrounding him was enticing.  It pulls you in
like a cast line reels in an unsuspecting fish.  One can't
help but drawn in his presence and not want to be rescued.
That's the affect he had on people.on me.  If ever there was
a Brother I wanted to be like it was Q.

     He looked up at me suddenly, his body perfectly still,
but his eyes snapping up with such speed I could not look
away in time.  Q held my gaze for a moment, as if by spell
and I was powerless to counter it, then looked back at Paul
and Steve as quickly as he had looked at me.

     I felt like such a fool.

     "Careful, Pledge," Seth warned Paul firmly before blade
met flesh.  "Keep in mind that you are bound to your
pledgemate and whatever happens to one will certainly happen
to the other.  So whatever nicks and cuts your pledgemate
endures at your hand you will endure by ours.  Remember
that."

     "Remember, indeed," Eric echoed, his brow rising slowly
in thought.

     It was all the incentive Paul needed to be extra
careful, and when he was finally done, and the white foam
was cleared away, Steve walked away without so much as a
scratch.  Before he cut Paul's hair, he was given the same
warning, and wasn't long before Paul was as bald as him.
They stood there for a moment, side by side, feeling what
they've lost and not looking too happy about it.

     Without a hint or word, Q removed himself from the
other Brothers and walked out off the room, his hand
slipping thru his shoulder length just as he disappeared
behind the door we entered moments earlier.

     The other Brothers, especially the remainder of the
Inner Circle acted as if they didn't notice his departure,
and continued as of Q was still there.  Eric ordered Paul
onto the table and told Steve to continue with caution.  We
all knew what that meant.  In a few minutes Paul's entire
body was going to be as bald as a newborn's butt.

     Right then and there I could've fallen to my knees and
thanked God for being one of the guys who screwed up.  For
if I had been given the choice to run naked with my pledge
brothers or keep my jock on I would've chosen the ladder for
sure, not realizing they were testing my loyalty to my
pledge brothers.  It was a valuable lesson learned, too bad
it was learned at the expense of my buddies. Oh, well,
that's life.

     Using shaving cream and the same razor, Steve went to
work.  The light hair of Paul's chest was easy to remove and
the same went for his legs and thighs.  Steve worked with
the precision of a surgeon, keeping his utterly still as he
passed the sharp blade over Paul's body.  He did his pits
next and within minutes they were as devoid of hair as his
head.  The real challenge came when all that remained was
his bush (lucky for Paul he already had a hairless ass).

     Steve hesitated.  I think he was hoping one of the
Brothers would speak up and tell him not to go any further,
that they learned their lesson or some stupid shit like
that.  Did it happen?  Of course not!  That fool most have
been insane if the actually believe that was going to
happen.

     "Classes start in a few days," Steel snapped, "I'd like
to get this done before then if it's not too much trouble,
pledge!"  Steve still didn't move.  "Today pledge!  Today!"

     Steve jumped with a start, brushing the blade against
Paul's thigh and almost cutting him.

     A sharp gasp left Paul's lips and I swear I thought he
was going to jump off the table and run for the hills, but
something inside him told him to stay put.

     Squeezing out a generous amount of cream onto his left
hand, Steven applied it to Paul's crotch, covering his
pubes, dick, and his balls.  Just before the blade touched
flesh, he looked at Paul to reassure him and all Paul could
do was look back at him with eyes that screamed, "Cut me and
I'll kill you!"  As if the guy really needed that.  I have
to admit.  The look on their faces was quite amusing; for
they were both terrified something was going to happen.

     Everyone, or I should say the pledges, watched with
baited breath as the first spot of hair was removed without
incident, and then the next and the next.  He removed all
the hair above his dick first, before doing the rest.  Steve
was forced to grab his dick with his thumb and first finger;
he looked like he was picking up something foul or something
that would attack him at any moment.  Carefully, he moved
the gleaming blade around Paul's cock and down over his
sack.  Then he released his meat and lifted his sack to
shave around his ass just to make sure he got any stray
hairs.  With Paul's legs bent at the knee and wide open we
got more than a prefect view of his rosebud.  Talk about a
close encounter!

     Now, with all the movement and touching going on around
Paul's dick, one might wonder if he got hard at any point.
The answer to that is a simple one.  Hell no!  I think the
he was so scared that Steve was going to slip and cut of his
manhood that he didn't have time to get hard.

     After it was all done, and Steve wiped his pledgemate
down with a towel, Paul's cock and balls appeared cheery
red.  And only then did I notice that it actually looked a
bit bigger than before, like he was starting to bone up or
something.  Being told to get back in line with the rest of
use probably made Paul the happiest guy in the room.

     Geo turned to regard us all.  "Keep in mind that if you
pledges keep screwing up you will endure the same fate."

     "Or something much worse," Eric added with a sinister
smile, his long, brown hair falling over his face like a
mask woven out of fine silk.  "Stop thinking as individuals
and start thinking as a group.as one mind.  The journey that
lies ahead of you can be a dark and treacherous one if
that's how you make it.  But it also can be as easy as
walking thru a door, depending on how you act and respond to
certain things."

     "Remember," an unknown voice said seemingly from
nowhere, "give yourself completely, freely to the
Brotherhood and you will fly thru this.  Resist.and you will
know first hand what hell is like."

     This voice was strange to me; soft like a delicate rose
and as commanding as an army general.  Weird.  I tired to
look around by moving only my eyes, but I couldn't see
anyone who might have spoken those words.  By this time we
were totally surrounded by the Brothers and the voice echoed
off the tile like a ball bouncing off the walls.

     Then I started thinking about what Arsen told me when
we were laying in bed.  He said the top guy, the one who
runs and controls all the TBH houses across the country, was
from our house.  This guy, or girl for that matter because
no one really knows, runs the whole show under the same roof
we pledges slept under.  It was exciting in a way, but that
the same time I thought it peculiar.  What's with all the
secrecy?

     "You are your bother's keeper," the voice said again
and then faded away like a gust of wind.

     We were taken back up stairs and told to change.
Changing simply meant putting on fresh pair of underwear and
an ankle length robe.  They gave us only two minutes to get
ourselves together and stand outside of our room to be
inspected.  Keep in mind we were still cuffed to our
pledgemate so that made it a little difficult, but everyone
managed to finish with a few seconds to spare.  Seth walked
up and down the hall; looking at each of us, as it was the
very first time he'd ever laid eyes on us.  Then he ordered
us to open up our robes and we did what we were told.  I
knew right off the bat what he was checking for.  When we
were down in the Pit the first day we were given clothes, a
robe, and underwear.  Now the underwear was given to us in a
particular order and that's order they wanted us to wear it.
A jock strap, briefs, and boxer briefs, and they were all
black with the words "Property of The Brotherhood" on the
waistband.  So since we just threw our dirty jocks into the
bin everyone should've been wearing briefs.

     We were.

     I think I heard a collective sigh of relief come from
the pledges, myself included.  Buttoning up the front of my
robe, I got in line and followed the troop out of the house.
Before we left, of course, we were told we were not allowed
to have any contact with anyone, not even eye contact.  We
were to look straight ahead and pretend the world around us
and everyone in it did not exist.

     Three Brothers, Gage, Brook, and "Bone," led us to the
cafeteria for breakfast, which was a good thing because I
was so hungry my own thigh was starting to look mighty
tasty.  Forming two rows and cuffed at the rest, we marched
thru campus like a bunch of jailbirds being led thru the
prison grounds to get some chow.  We passed by many people
who snickered and pointed.  It was worse for Paul and Steve
because they were the only ones in the group that were bald
so everyone knew they fucked up in some way or another.  But
I must say it wasn't as bad as when we were jogging but
naked thru the streets.  Nothing was worse than that, I
thought.  Boy, how wrong I was!

     While on our way to breakfast, I observed some pretty
lame shit.  I couldn't believe there were some fraternities
that envied the way the Brotherhood thing things that they
actually copied their methods.  For instance, I saw this one
frat leading their pledges down the street in the same manor
in which we marched.  They had them wearing green, not to
mention cheep, robs and instead of being cuffed at the wrist
their ankles were bound with rope.  Lame!  I mean why don't
these guy wear a huge sign that reads "We're so lame we
can't come up with an original idea so we're biting the
Brotherhood."  Seriously, legs bound with rope?  Come on!

     I got in line behind the rest of my pledge brother's to
get my food and who should happen to walk by?

     "Hey, babe."  It was Alex, my girlfriend, smiling at me
like I was her man returning from war.  She stopped besides
me, holding her tray in her hand as she stared at me waiting
for me to say something.  I, of course, couldn't.  "Well,"
she snapped, "aren't you going to say something?"

     I was forced to ignore her utterly, looking straight
ahead at the head in front of me.  God, how I wanted to gaze
into her pretty eyes, hold her in my arms and feel soft,
supple body pressed against mine.  How I wanted to press my
lips against her, whisk her away into the darkest corner
where I could press my hard cock between her legs, feel her
soft in breasts in my hand.  I would've given anything to
taste them again, to run my tongue around the hard nipple as
I slipped my fingers between her legs and moist lips.  To
feel her mouth around my cock would have drove me insane; to
have my cock in her pussy would have been absolute heaven.

     But none of that was going to happen, I'm afraid.  All
I could do was stand there like a statue.  I must say those
few fleeting thoughts drove to the brink of madness and I
was as hard as a fucking rock; my dick pushed against my
briefs like a wild animal trying to get free of its cage.  I
was just happy that I was wearing a long, flowing robe to
hide the bone in my briefs.

     "Jacob, don't you hear me talking to you?" she demanded
a little too loud for my taste.

     Gage was at the front of the line, but not really
inline with the rest of us, smiling, watching me to see if I
would break the rules and say something to my girl.  My mom
didn't raise any fool so I kept my mouth shut and eyes
forward and it killed me.  I allowed her to storm away in a
fit of anger, cursing me under her breath as she walked
away.
     I clearly heard some of the other pledges chuckling
quietly under their breath.  I could have kicked each of
their asses right then, but I swallowed my pride, got my
food, and sat down on a long, square table with the rest of
the pledges.  All the tables around us were filled Brothers
from the TBH house, many of whom I had never seen before.
They chattered among themselves and with others, but us
pledges no mind.  It was as if we weren't even there.

     Breakfast was over quick and before we know it we were
walking back to the house the group was broken up into two.
Paul, Steve, Ant, CJ, Arsen and myself were in the first
group, Mike, Xavier, Nick, Troy, Sam, Kevin, Jason, and
Justin were in the other.  My group was taken up stairs to
were the Brothers slept and outside some of the doors were
duffle bags filled with dirty cloths, the Brother's laundry.
Gage told us to take the bags and bring them downstairs to
the laundry room.  We were going to do the houses laundry
and return the clean clothes back to each room.

     "Sir, my address my group?" Arsen exclaimed as I
reached for the first bag.  He scared the shit of me because
it was so quiet in the hall.  I think I jumped, but I don't
remember.

     Passing his hand over his mouth, Gage folded his arms
over his chest and stared at Arsen for a long time before he
finally said something.  "Sure." Okay, not very prolific,
but hey.

     We got in a little huddle.  "Guys, notice that each bag
as a name take on it, but none of the doors do, so make sure
you remember what name goes with what door.  The last thing
we need to do so mix up their cloths.  Okay?"

     Everyone nodded and reach for the duffle bags.  We made
two trips and decided to wash the clothes we had before we
got more, as not to mix them up.  My group worked in silence
with Gage sitting on one of the washing machine watching
over us like a sentinel.

     Then, quite suddenly, he laughed and jumped off the
machine.  "You know, you guys can talk, but just keep it
down.  I'm going up stairs for some coffee, when you're done
with this load you can go up stairs and get more bags.  Go
straight to the rooms and don't take any detours."  He waved
in a silly sort of way and left.  I liked him.  Gage seemed
cool.

     Even after we were told we could talk, no one said a
word; for fear that this was another test of some kind.  It
wasn't until the first load of wash was finished and we were
putting the cloths in the dryer that the silence was broken.

     "Dude, someone needs to say something."

     As much as CJ's "dude" annoyed me, it was music to my
ears to hear a voice other than a Brother's.  "You already
did.dude," I mocked, laughing softly with the other guys.

     Throwing in the last one the wet clothes into the
dryer, Paul slapped his head.  "I can't believe this shit!"
he declared bitterly about his new haircut.

     Laughter filled the laundry as we rubbed Paul and
Steve's head.

     "You guys look ridiculous," Ant teased, his brown eyes
glinting with glee.  He felt the need to scratch his crotch
before he continued.  "Bald is defiantly not you!"

     "All because of this moron!" Paul stated, yanking
Steve's cuffed hand with his own.

     "Me?  What about you?  You're the one who tried to pin
all this on me!"

     "Because if was your fault!  If you had kept your mouth
shut and let me answer we wouldn't be in this mess, but
noooo, you had to open your fat mouth."

     "Oh, quite your bitching, both of you," I said finally
as I leaned against the machine and tried to fold my arms,
forgetting for an instant that I was still cuffed to Arsen.
"The fact of the matter is you both fucked up, but that's
okay because I know I would've said the same thing Steve
did.  But now we know.  Brothers come before pride, before
all things."

     "But." Paul began.

     "Paul, let it go," I interrupted.  "It's done and
there's nothing you can do but move on with your bald self."

     Again, we all laughed loudly.

     CJ stepped forward like he was about to make some grand
speech.  "Dude, I just can't believe they made us run thru
campus butt ass naked."

     "I can't believe how many times you can use the word
dude in one day," I joked, punching him playfully in the
arm.

     "I can," Arsen finally spoke, his green eyes widen
slightly as if he was about to reveal a dark secret.  He
shifted his weight to his right foot and allowed his hand to
rest by his side as not to put pressure my wrist.  "This is
what frat life is all about.  I feel like I'm repeating
myself."

     "Blah!" Steve said, oh, so eloquently.  "I still think
it was too much."

     "Fine," Arsen conceded, grinning wickedly.  "If you
have a problem with how they do things you should take up
with the Inner Circle."

     "The Inner Circle?" Ant regarded him quizzically and
then looked at me as if I knew some hidden truth.  And in a
way, I suppose I did, for Arsen already told me all about
command structure of TBH, knowledge passed done to him by
his cousin who's already a member in Texas.

     Arsen took the time to explain it to the rest of the
guys since we had nothing better to do but wash clothes.

     "So who's this guy?" Steve asked, referring to the one
who controlled it all.

     Almost instantly, I saw Paul roll his eyes back into
this head.  "Did you not hear a word, Arsen, just said?  No
one knows who this person is.  Hell, only the Inner Circle
knows who it is.  You know what that means?  That none of
the other pull fledged Brothers across the country know who
it is.  And you're going to stand here and ask who it is as
if the answer is going to."  He shook his head, disgusted.
"You're an idiot, plain and simple.  And I literally want to
gnaw off my hand to get away from you for two seconds.  Just
two seconds!  You're that annoying!"

     I, as mean and cold as that was, could not stop
laughing my ass off.  "No, Paul, don't hold back!  Tell
Steve how you really feel about him."

     Ah, good times, good times.

     Steve appeared unaffected by his comments.  I think he
learned early on to grow a thick skin when he's around Paul,
which now, unfortunately, was twenty-four seven.

     "I think it's kind of cool," Anthony said, looking at
me with excitement in his tiny eyes.  "It adds this air of
mystery to an already mysterious house.  Do you think?"

     "Yeah, yeah, yeah."  I gave a small, dismissive gesture
with my free hand.  "I'd still like to know who it is,
though.  So what do you guys think of the Inner Circle?" I
made the quotation sign with my free hand when I spoke those
last two words.

     "Steel scares me!" CJ was quick to say, snickering like
a little kid.  "Anyone who has a tat around their neck is
scary, I think.  You have to be one crazy fuck to actually
have that done."

     "They're a little too arrogant if you ask me."

     "You're just bitter, Paul, because you're bald," I said
matter-of-factly.  "And guess what?  They get to be arrogant
because they're in a place we want to be in.  Shit, if I
were in their shoes I'd have my fun too."

     "You would, wouldn't you?" Paul sneered jokingly.

     "Yeah, like you wouldn't."  I was silent for a moment
before I spoke again.  "I think Q is by far the most
interesting."

     "Totally," Arsen agreed.  "There's just something about
him I can't put my finger on."

     "That's what I'm saying!"  To show my agreement, I
nudge him a little.  "He's just one of those people you want
to sit down at a caf‚ with and just talk, get into the
deepest recesses of his mind and find out what he's all
about."

     Arsen nodded.  "Who knows?  One day we might get that
chance."

     I saw a little smile play on Ant's lips, but there was
something sinister about his grin.  "Hey, Jacob, what are
you going to do about your girl?"

     I rolled my eyes at my boy.  He just had to bring her
up!  "I don't know, kid.  She's probably not speaking to me
now after the whole cafeteria bit.  The one things she
really hates is being ignored."

     "And you did a good job of doing that, now didn't you?"
Ant's stupid grin never left his face.

     "Shut up!"

     "I'm just saying." he laughed.

     The next several long hours were spent chatting,
washing clothes, making trips around the house to pick up
more bags and drop off the clean ones.  It was funny
actually.  We would be walking around the house collecting
the duffle bags, talking up a storm, but when we passed a
Brother, which happened often, we fell silent as if we had
nothing to say.  It really started to sink in how big the
house was when we made all those trips.  The TBH house was
really, really big!

     At any rate, that's how our day passed, washing clothes
and after washing the many cars that belonged to the
Brothers, while the second group cleaned up the house.
Arsen and I actually got to clean up Q's car.  I knew it was
his `cause the plate was a single Q.  He had a pimped out
Lexus GS 400, midnight black, with dark tint, twenty-inch
chrome rims with low profile tires, obviously.  The thing
had purple neon lights behind each wheel well, under the
car, and below the front fender, not to mention what
appeared to be a bumping sound system (I didn't get to turn
it on or anything).  The Lexus was just off the freaking
hook!

     He wasn't the only with a phat ride.  Every car in the
garage was expensive and hookup like no other.

     The next three days were spent doing the exact same
thing over and over and over again.  Nothing changed.
Nothing!  There was still clothes to be washed and cars to
clean for us.  And when I say the exact same thing, I mean
the exact same thing.  We were force to stick the same
routine the minute we got up in the morning.  Getting up,
going to the bathroom, going for the morning run, coming
back to shower, going to breakfast, coming back to clean,
eating lunch, more cleaning, blah, blah, blah!  My God!  I
was going out of my fucking mind with boredom.  Obviously
they did this on purpose to annoy the shit out of us.

     We didn't even see anyone from the Inner Circle those
three days.  And the other Brothers took turns being with us
from morning to night so they wouldn't get stuck doing the
same thing over and over again.  It was cool in way, because
we got to meet more of the Brothers but it was still
annoying as hell.  How much clothes and how many cars can
one wash before they totally lose it?

     The forth day brought something different at last.  A
lot of the pledges had to meet with their advisors at
different times and some at the same time, actually.  Like
Arsen and I, we had to meet with our advisor, two totally
different people in different buildings, at noon.  For the
first time since stepping out of the Pit, the pledges were
freed from their cuffs so they can hand their business.  But
we were warned not to have any contact with anyone save for
the facility.

     When I finally walked out of the house, free from my
pledgemate, Arsen, I damn near lost my fucking mind.  I
swear I think I was skipping thru campus like a giddy like
schoolboy.  I took my time getting there and was actually
five minutes late, but my advisor didn't mind.  She was cool
like that.  We talked for over an hour and she had a lot of
interesting things to say and a lot of helpful advice about
my classes and professors.  I dreaded leaving her office
because I didn't want to go back to the same old, dreary
routine.  And as much as I like Arsen, I was much happier
being free.

     Walking down a quite, lonely corridor, I hummed the
tone playing over the loud speaker softly, sticking to right
wall for some reason or another.  I was lost in thought,
thinking of my potential future with the Brother hood, when
a door flew open and a pair of hands dragged me into the
janitor's closet.

     In my stunned state, I could not find the right words
to say, and before I could even open my mouth, I felt lips
pressed against mine.  I exhaled deeply and the scent told
me instantly that it was Alex.

     "What are you doing?" I said softly, pushing her away
gently.

     "I haven't been with you in a long time and I need you
like yesterday!"  She kissed me again, harder than before.
"Don't push me away."

     But did.  I had to!  "Babe, I can't be doing this!  Not
now!"  I shook my head and rubbed my forehead.  "Besides, I
thought you would be pissed at me."

     "Me pissed?" she giggled.  "No way!  Do you have any
idea how the other girls treat me because you're pledging
the Brotherhood?  Oh my God!  You don't understand!  I'm
like their queen or something.  You're status with the
Brotherhood has made me very popular with everyone.  And I
just want to thank you for that."  She grabbed me
forcefully, pushed me against the wall, and kissed me again,
pressing her pussy against my hardening cock.

     "Alex, Alex, Alex!"  Again, I push her away, but not
really wanting to.  God, I wanted it so bad!  "I can't do
this!  If the brother's found out I'm dead!"

     "What?  You took a vow to give up sex or something?"
she laughed.

     "Basically!"  She smelled so good, too, like a field of
blooming flowers.  "As much as I want to, Alex, I can't!  Me
being here just talking to you can land me in a world of
shit!"

     "Stop being a pussy!"  She threw herself at like a dog
in heat.  "I need you to satisfy me now!  No one will know."
She rubbing her knee against my crotch and bit my ear.  "No
one's around!"

     I kissed her back, pulling her close to my body,
feeling her tits against my chest.  Boy, they weren't
kidding when they said a hard dick has no conscious.  I knew
this was forbidden, but I was so sexually frustrated I
couldn't say no anymore.  My hand snaked up her shirt and
kneaded her breast like I was playing with dough; it felt so
good in my hands.

     Reaching inside my Robe, she gripped my dick thru the
material of my underwear and pumped my meat for all it was
worth; I could already fell the pre-cum flowing like there
was no tomorrow.  Her hand was like a fucking vice on my
dick, but I loved every second of it.  Her shirt was open
and I was on her tit like a hungry infant sucking for mike,
my fingerings finding their was up her skirt and into her
snatch.  She had no underwear on!  I fingered her, she
jacked me, and it was all heaven.

     Picking her up, I sat her down on this small bench, and
fell to my knees between her legs.  Alex was more than happy
to open her legs for me and the second my mouth was on her
wet pussy she let out the loudest, sexist moan I've heard
from her.  I ate her out and massaged her tits with my left
hand.  I grabbed my rock and stroked it slowly, for the last
thing I wanted to do was cum!  I wanted to fuck her brains
out!

     My mind was in another place.  There was no school, no
TBH, no nothing.  Just two fucking horny people going at it
like it was their last day on earth.

     I loved the feel of my thumb sliding over my cum-
slicked head.  I could've cum right then but I controlled
myself.  I wanted to cum inside her, but not before she
sucked on my dick.  The minute I got up she knew what I
wanted.  She kissed me first, tasting herself in my mouth,
and then dropped to her knees.  Alex jacked me first, my
eight-inch dick just inches from her lips.  She better stop
fucking around, I thought, or she was going to get a dick
jammed down her throat.

     She opened her mouth to let my dick slip into its home
and some asshole started pounding on the door like cop
breaking done the door to a crack house.

     "What are you kids doing in my closet?" I head a man
yell.  "Open this door right now!"

     Are you fucking kidding?  I was so close to getting my
dick sucked!

     Alex laughed, got up, and pulled thru the other door
leading the hallway that ran parallel to the one she pulled
me from.  She was quick to straighten out her clothes and we
were both thankful that the hallway was empty.

     "Sorry, stud," she smiled, winked, and gave my dick a
nice, hard squeeze thru my robe.  "Save this for next time."
She kissed me one last time.  "Now you better go before the
janitor thinks to use his key to open the door and finds us
here."  Before I could say anything, she ran down the hall
and I was forced to go the other way.

     My head was spinning.  I could believe what just happen
and I certainly couldn't believe I let it happen knowing
what I know.  Holy shit, I thought, walking down the hall
with my hand to my head thinking of the Brotherhood.

     "What was I thinking?" I whispered to myself.  "What if
they find out?  What if."

     Another set of hands snatched me into a dark room
before I could finish my sentence.  I was thrown against a
wall, face first, and whoever it was pressed their body
against mine.

     "You fool," this person said harshly.

     "Who the fuck are you?" I demanded thru clinched teeth.
Balling up my fist, I used all my strength to push the
stranger off me, but it was like trying to move a mountain,
even thou the person felt much like myself body wise.

     "What do you think the Brotherhood would say if they
knew what you just did with your slut of a girlfriend?"  I
swallowed hard, it was all I could do.  "I could just see
the look in their faces if I told them.  Do you think they
were kidding when they said they have Brothers all over the
place keeping an eye on everything, Brothers you'll never
see or meet?"  He laughed a little.  "I hope going down on
your girl was worth it."

     "Please don't say anything," I said before I even
realized the words left my mouth.  "I can't afford to fuck
this up."

     "Do you have any idea the mess you're in right now?"
this guy pressed harder against me, and I was beginning to
think I felt his hardening dick against me ass.  He was
wearing something soft, like sweat pants, that's why I was
able to feel his cock so vividly thru my robe and underwear.
I was trying hard to place the voice, but I couldn't.  Who
ever this was I had never met him before.  Either that or he
was doing a great job disguising his voice.  "I can only
imagine what they'd do to you.  The worst being kicking our
ass out, which means your life as you know it will be
over.they will certainly make sure of that."

     "Who are you?"

     "You know me all too well, I'm afraid."

     "What?  Who the fuck are you?"

     "Jacob," he whispered with his lips to my ear, "I'm the
only thing standing between you and Brotherhood's wrath."

     "What do you want?"  I knew in these types of
situations someone always wants something.

     "What do I want?"  He moved to my other ear, whispering
just as softly.  I could almost feel the grin on his face.
His hand found the opening to my robe and snaked inside,
pinching each nipple before moving south.  This was not
happening!  In vein, I tired to push against him but could
not move his seemingly slender frame.  Eventually his hand
slipped past the waistband of my underwear and found my soft
cock nestled against my balls.  He squeezed gently and
pushed his cock against my ass.  "What do I want?"

     I'll never forget that sinister laugh.

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Hey, I'd like to hear from you guys.  What do YOU think
should happen next?  Who do YOU see as the mysterious
stranger?

So there you have it.  The third chapter of The Brotherhood.
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